"And the only thing I want to know, is if you've been to that store too," he replies.
You're finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. "Yeah, I just went last night."
"Isn't she great?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, amazing even. What did you get, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Well, I've always been a big fan of mythology, and studied it as a hobby. She was kind enough to give me a potion that would allow me to turn into a satyr whenever I wanted."
"Cool," you whisper. "Does anyone know?"
"My girlfriend *loves* it. Of course, I met her in a mythology class, so it figures she'd be into it, you know..." he says.
"Makes sense."
"And my mom knows, since she walked in on me all transformed. It took a while for her, but she's okay with it now. I took her to the store and the Madam explained everything to her. That some people's spirits just don't match with their bodies. And she's able to help with that, with you being a werewolf, I imagine you understand that."
"Wow...that's really cool," you reply. It had never occurred to you that there were others that had been to the store.
"Anyway, just thought I'd let you know, no telling if anyone else saw you, so you'll probably want to be more careful," he said.
"Yes, definately," your reply.
And with that, Mike grabbed his laundry basket and left the room.
Feeling exhilarated, as you soon as you return to your apartment, you down the entire vial and let out a content smile.